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  • "

    It’s Monday. I’m going home at 6pm and a middle aged man and a teenage boy are the only people left on the bus with me. I consider the fact that because the driver is also a man I am the only person left on the bus with the correct genetic makeup for boobs. I’m automatically scared, scared because of my own anatomy. I wonder how old I was when I realized that my own body was going to be the cause of the constant anxiety and fear I feel in situations like this. I get off at the last stop and the older man smiles at me while following me up the street. His smile drips, drips, drips and my heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. He turns off down another road, but I run the rest of the way home.

    Not all men.

    I’m at home on a Tuesday, beginning to plan the travels I want to go on next year. I dream of wandering the streets and meeting strangers. I just can’t wait to escape the city I’ve lived in for 17 long years. But… my mum is hesitant. She’s forever worried about the danger that being a young girl traveling alone can bring. I’ll be alone and she’s scared. Surely I’m invincible. I feel invincible. But I know, I know this danger is real and I can’t help but think to myself, if I feel unsafe in my own city, how am i going to feel in a strange place with strange men who don’t speak the same language as me? If I was my brother planning this, I would probably just be wondering if European girls are going to be hot.

    Not all men.

    Wednesday is a beautiful sunny day but I’ve always been told that I don’t have a “nice enough body” to wear a bikini on the beach. Ever since I was 6 years old I’ve thought that having tummy fat was ugly. That skin that doesn’t have a perfectly golden glow is undesirable. I amble to a clear patch of sand in my one piece and I can feel pairs of eyes latching onto me. Hairy men in speedos who I don’t look twice at eat into my body with their stares. I’m a piece of meat. I am a piece of meat? I am here for their amusement. Please don’t let me be eaten alive.

    Not all men.

    Thursday night two friends and I are walking to our god damn school dance when we hear “Jesus look at you! You sluts heading to a pole?” These words snarl out of the mouth of a respectably dressed man and we stop in horror. Shivers roll up my back in fear. It’s dark. We are alone. What. Do. We. Do??? One of us pulls the finger back. I can never be sure how quickly a sexist man can get angry so we walk quickly away. We’re angry, so so angry. But also so… deflated. I wonder if we deserve this shame.

    Not all men.

    Sitting on the internet, Friday night and scrolling down my Facebook newsfeed:

    “Haha, good job at the game today bro. You RAPED them!”
    “Damn with tits like that, you’re asking for it :P”

    Another sexist comment…
    Another sexist comment…
    Another sexist comment…

    I’m shrinking and shrinking and shrinking and I want to CRY because these boys don’t realize how small they make me feel with just pressing a few keys. I see these boys on the streets, I talk to these boys, I laugh with these boys. Dear GOD, dear GOD i hope these boys don’t think actions speak louder than words…

    Not all men.

    Three rules that have been drilled into me since I was young run through my mind at 1.30am on a Satur… Sunday Morning:

    -Don’t ever talk to strange men
    -Don’t ever be alone at night in a strange place
    -Don’t ever get into a car with a stranger

    I break all 3 of these laws as I pull open the taxi door. Making light conversation with the driver, he doesn’t see my sweaty hand clutching the small pocket knife I keep hidden on me at all times. He doesn’t even realize the fear I feel at his mere presence. He cannot comprehend it, he never will. How easy would this 15 minute car ride be if I was born a boy?

    Not all men.

    It comes to Sunday, another snoozy, sleepy, Sunday and someone has the AUDACITY to tell me not all men are rapists. I say nothing.

    I’m a 17 year old girl.
    When I am walking alone and it’s dark, it’s all men.
    When I am in a car with a man I don’t know well, it’s all men.
    When men drunkenly leer at me on the streets, it’s all men.
    When a boy won’t leave me alone at a party, it’s all men.

    Not all men are rapists. But for a young girl like me? Every one of them has the potential to be.


    a piece i wrote for an english assignment about my personal experiences with rape culture, in particular with the saying “not all men” which i know has been makin a lot of controversy on the internet recently! idk just wanted to share (via trueho)

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    1. Your body is in flux for the rest of your life. Think of your body as fluid instead of static — it’s always going to change. So get comfortable with those changes.

    2. No one will love you or not love you because of your body. You are lovable because you’re you, not because your body looks a certain way.

    3. The most intensely personal relationship you’ll ever have is with your body. It’s a lifelong relationship that’s well worth investing in and nurturing the same way you would with loved ones.

    4. You don’t owe your body to anyone. Not sexually, not aesthetically. Your body is yours. Period.

    5. What someone else says about your body says more about them than it does about you. Look past the actual snark to the person who’s saying it, because it’s only a reflection of what they think of themselves. That’s when you’ll see how little power their words have.

    6. Your body is not a reflection of your character. It’s a physical home for the complex and wondrous and unique being that is you.

    7. Take up as much space as you want. You don’t have to be small, or quiet, or docile, regardless of your physical size.

    8. Everything you need to accept your body is already inside you. There’s no book, or diet, or workout routine or external affirmation that you need to feel good about your body right now.

    9. Your body is a priority. It’s always trying to tell you things. Taking the time to listen to is of the utmost importance.

    10. Wear whatever you want. Your body shape does not dictate your personal style, and fashion rules that say otherwise are wrong. Dress yourself in a way that makes you feel happy and confident and beautiful, because guess what? You are.

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  • "I think…if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts."
    Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (via larmoyante)
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  • "People may not tell you how they feel about you, but their actions will speak for themselves. Pay attention."
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  • "I was fine before I met you; I didn’t know love and more importantly I didn’t know how quickly it could change from sweet and innocent to toxically dangerous."
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  • "Ρε παιδί μου..
    Εγώ ήθελα να σου μάθω πολλά
    για την ζωή, τους ανθρώπους, τα πολιτικά, τα βιβλία
    και άλλα τέτοια
    όπως γίνεται συνήθως στις ταινίες που σου μάθανε τον έρωτα
    Να ζήσουμε συναρπαστικά
    να κάνουμε άγριο σεξ
    και να γελάμε με τ’ ανθρωπάκια
    λέγοντας αστεία που θα καταλαβαίνουμε μόνο εμείς
    Να σου πουλάω μούρη
    αλλά να μην ψαρώνεις
    και να με γειώνεις με μια ατάκα του τύπου:
    “Χέσε μας ρε μωρό μου
    Σε ξέρω καλύτερα κι απ’ την παλάμη μου.”
    Να καθόμαστε στο κρεβάτι τα μεσημέρια
    εσύ να κοιμάσαι πάνω στο στήθος μου
    κι εγώ να διαβάζω τα δικά μου
    Να πίνουμε καφέ και να παίζουμε τάβλι σε κάποιο μπαλκόνι
    με θέα άλλα μπαλκόνια
    που αράζουν γέροι που περιμένουν στωικά να ‘ρθει η ώρα τους
    κάποιο μεσημέρι κάποιου καλοκαιριού
    τότε που η ζέστη λιώνει τους δείκτες των ρολογιών
    και οι ώρες περνάνε απαρατήρητες
    Αλλά ρε γαμώτο
    ήτανε λάθος το timing
    κι εγώ είχα τα δικά μου
    κι η μετεφηβεία σου δεν βοηθούσε καθόλου
    και μάλλον δεν είμαστε και όσο ενδιαφέροντες νομίζουμε
    εν τέλει
    Κι ίσως θα ‘πρεπε να συμβιβαστούμε μ’ αυτό
    Ίσως κι όλες οι σχέσεις να ‘ναι έτσι
    άλλες περισσότερο κι άλλες λιγότερο
    Ίσως να κάνουνε κι όλα τον κύκλο τους
    Και -χαίρω πολύ- πρέπει να δεχτώ την πραγματικότητα ως έχει
    και βάσει αυτής να πορεύομαι
    Μα να…
    είναι αυτή η περίεργη σχέση μου με το τέλος
    οποιοδήποτε τέλος
    που ποτέ δεν μπόρεσα να χωνέψω
    Θες να “συνεχίσουμε να τα λέμε” παρόλ’ αυτά
    κάποια στιγμή
    Καλά θα δούμε
    ΥΓ. Το μέρος που χαιρετηθήκαμε για πρώτη φορά
    έτυχε να είναι ακριβώς το ίδιο με αυτό
    που χαιρετηθήκαμε την τελευταία
    Ένας πεζόδρομος έξω από έναν σταθμό του ηλεκτρικού
    Να που ζήσαμε κι εμείς
    -οι χλιαροί- κάτι
    που να θυμίζει ταινία!"

    Jolly Roger - 04 (κενό)

    "Το μέρος που χαιρετηθήκαμε για πρώτη φορά
    έτυχε να είναι ακριβώς το ίδιο με αυτό
    που χαιρετηθήκαμε την τελευταία” ! 

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